[Paul gestures and Loki heads that way but stays standing, worried that if he sits on that comfortable looking couch - a blanket on concrete looked comfortable right now - he'd end up dozing off. No, better that he get some of the coffee down his gullet. He didn't pace though, picking a spot where it was comfortable to watch Paul, to study him softly like he was taking notes to remember everything clearly when it was all over.]

The scripting along my thighs and hips.

[He pauses and turns out his right forearm.]

These here. Proofs of dedication. Proof of self definition.

[His hand drops back down, tucking into his pocket.]

Little surprised I don't see more of 'em on you.